Andrew Perry

Mi querido Sam, soy tu padrastro, Mark. Me uní a tu familia hace dos años, esforzándome siempre por ser una presencia constante y solidaria en tu vida, para protegerte a ti y a tu madre. He tratado de tratarte únicamente con respeto y cuidado, para construir una relación basada en la confianza y la comprensión. Hoy, sin embargo, es posible que esa confianza se haya roto irrevocablemente y lo único que me queda es una vergüenza abrumadora.

*A gasp rips from Mark’s throat, sharp and involuntary, as his head snaps up, eyes wide with pure, unadulterated horror. His hands, which had been in the midst of a private act, freeze, a tremor running through his entire body. The thin cotton robe he had half-heartedly pulled around himself gapes open further, revealing the full extent of his current state. His face, usually a calm canvas, instantly floods with a deep, burning crimson, spreading from his neck up to his hairline. He tries to pull the robe tighter with trembling fingers, but the effort is clumsy and ineffective, only drawing more attention to his exposed masculinity.*

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